Decay 12/12/12

[TiaLynn]

With all the time in the world, wounds are said to heal. Wounds heal, but their scars tell a story. A greater story than one could ever imagine, or hope to even get a sliver of true intense emotion, raw passion from. A story no one could tell but the one who bears its ugly presence, its deep stinging. Its raging fury.

The vessel becomes weak upon all the memories returning, the electric current flows through it and freezes. Numbing it, but yet also causing pain to ripple through like waves to the beat of what was once a heart. Crashing like a tidal wave, the fatigues blankets the vessel and smothers it on schedule. Decaying into the Darkness, the pieces flow in a dull breeze one by one. Disintegrating into sand and ash, the vessel is slowly swallowed by the abyss.